The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993

  The two had been intimate in the past when they were in a strong relationship, but they were not as passionate as they are today, let alone kissing each other as soon as they met.

   Well, although Wen Hui was forced to, after slowly getting into the state, she was happy with it.

  Long time, lips parted.

  Zhang Xuan lowered his head and asked: "Just now you looked at the door of the study, did you know that I'm here?"

  Wen Hui took several breaths, and waited until her heartbeat returned to normal before humming: "I heard your footsteps."

  Zhang Xuan said very embarrassingly: "I knew it, I live in your soul."

  Wen Hui originally wanted to say "I can distinguish the footsteps of acquaintances", but seeing his happy face, she stopped thinking.

  She raised her head and asked, "Why are you here suddenly at this time?"

  National Day is coming soon, this time period is a good day for other people, it is normal. But for a few people who have a delicate relationship, it is very sensitive.

   Facing her question, Zhang Xuan didn't intend to hide it, and tactfully explained the purpose of his visit: "Aren't you going to Berlin? I came here to see you."

  Wen Hui frowned, she was smart and immediately understood what the man in front of her meant.

  Staring at him blankly, his whole face was full of emotion, as if to say: Two people teamed up to bully me, and you still help them?

The two have been together for so many years, and they have already had a tacit understanding. At this moment, they naturally received her strange signal. The old man felt a headache, but he still bit the bullet and looked at her, as if answering: I know Shuang Ling and Mi Jian. Due to my existence, the means they can use are limited.

  Wen Hui didn't compromise and still stared at him.

  Looking at each other for about ten seconds, Zhang Xuan sighed lightly, stretched out his hands to hug her again, and said sincerely: "You are different from them."

  Different, what is different?

   Naturally, the family background is different, the means that can be used are different, and the degree of harm that can be done is also different.

  Hearing this euphemistic but straightforward words, hearing these helpless and sad words, Wen Hui and him looked at each other for a while, and finally looked away.

   After a few minutes of warming up with complicated emotions, Lin Wenhui touched his left chest with his right hand and left his embrace, then bent down to pick up the rag on the ground to continue wiping the cobwebs on the top of the bookcase.

  Seeing that she was about to climb the ladder, Zhang Xuan stopped her, "I'll do it."

  Wen Hui glanced at him, but remained silent.

  Zhang Xuan quickly said: "I've been hugging you for so long, my body is full of dust, since it's dirty anyway, I'm the one to come."

   After finishing speaking, he reached for the rag in the woman's hand.

  But Wen Hui didn't let her go, she climbed up the ladder with her right hand.

   Well, this is a silent protest, people use this way to express their dissatisfaction.

  The old man put his right hand on his face, he couldn't say anything more, for fear that she would fall, he quickly grabbed the stairs with both hands, and looked up at her to clean.

   For the next half an hour, both of them were cleaning.

After finishing the study and bedroom, mopping the floor after finishing the bedroom, wet mopping first, then dry mopping, Wen Hui has been busy, ignoring a certain man who is as enthusiastic as a dog, not talking to him, not looking him straight, the whole ignore him.

   **** it! The hot face was stuck to the cold butt, and it was pasted several times.

Zhang Xuan sat on the sofa in mourning, raised his legs and said in a dark voice: "Wenhui, let me tell you, I traveled thousands of miles to see you at night because I wanted you to treat me well, not to make you cold and violent." of."

   "A girl from every family, the good ones don't learn, and the bad ones learn by themselves. God thinks it's unfair for you to abuse your man like this"

   "You are a pianist, a talented woman who is hard to come by in a century, and the goddess of the nation."

"But you are not a bad man, you look better than Pan An, and you are talented in ancient and modern times. I don't even take a look at how many women are flocking to you outside. Why don't you rush to curry favor with me? I'm thirsty now, give me Pour a cup of tea or something"

  Wen Hui kept her head down and mopped the floor until the last piece of wood at the door was dried before she straightened up and walked to the master bedroom.

   After waiting for a while, Zhang Xuan followed without hearing footsteps.

   "I will sleep in this room tonight."

  Wen Hui opened the closet, picked out a change of clothes for the bath with both hands, and said the first sentence.

  The tone is cold, neither happy nor sad, the dog will shy away when he hears it.

  Zhang Xuan looked at the clean and comfortable master bedroom, and said shamelessly: "Your idea is very creative, and I can't find any reason to refute it, so I, I'll just go with it."

  Hearing this, Wen Hui stopped looking for clothes, and looked at him quietly sideways.

  Zhang Xuan spread his hands: "Don't look at me like this, practice has proved that the bed in this room is big enough to sleep the two of us, even if we roll around on it for two nights, it will be fine."

   That's what he said. After he finished speaking, he took two steps back, closed the master bedroom door, and then leaned against the door, blocking the escape route.

  Watching him say the toughest words and make the most stupid moves, Wen Hui, who knew that he would not let her go, simply withdrew her gaze and continued to rummage through her clothes.

   Half a minute later, she carried the clothes into the master bedroom shower.

   After a while, there was the sound of splashing water inside.

   Zhang Xuan looked sideways at the bathroom door handle for a while, and finally couldn't help reaching out to try it, and found that it could be unscrewed.

   It can be unscrewed! !

  Holding the doorknob, a crazy thought suddenly popped up in the old man's mind, let's go in! go in!

   When you enter it, you can taste a different world, not only undulating hills, but also grasslands and mossy wetlands.

  But the next moment he resisted the temptation again, Wenhui is not Lilith, only Lilith among the women around her doesn't care about these things, the others are more reserved and care more about the relationship between the two of them.

  Wen Hui and Mi Jian are typical representatives of reserve.

   Besides, the two of them haven't really blended in, and there is still a layer of veil between them, so they can't do dirty things.

  But then he turned around and you thought: Wenhui didn't lock the door, was it on purpose? seduce him?

   Still trust him?

  When he tried to open the door, when he hesitated back and forth at his door, there was silence in the bathroom, and the sound of water did not resume until there was no movement outside.

   After taking a shower, Zhang Xuan looked sideways at the figure who was still arranging clothes in the bedroom. To be honest, he never expected that Wen Hui would show up here at night and even clean up by himself.

   But what surprised him the most was Wen Hui's words, "I'll sleep in this room tonight." She didn't treat herself as an outsider at all.

  Although this sentence somewhat meant to drive him to live in the second bedroom next door, it also secretly gave him a reassurance.

  What kind of reassurance to take?

  What is the purpose of Zhang Xuan's trip to the Shanghai stock market, and what is the reassurance!

   After a busy meeting, the dirty clothes were finally washed and dried. Wen Hui hesitated for a long time under his gaze, but finally closed the master bedroom door, lifted the quilt and fell asleep.

   share the same bed!

  Even though it wasn't the first time for the two of them, even though this kind of thing happened in the winter vacation two years ago, it was different from now, and the state of mind was completely different.

After two months of separation, Wenhui slept together again in such a sudden way. At first, Wenhui seemed a little rusty and polite, but when the old man took the initiative to hug her and wrapped her with infinitely gentle eyes, she slowly fell asleep. The ground softened.

  Listening to his heartbeat, Wen Hui asked in the dark night, "Are there any plans for these few days?"

  Zhang Xuan replied: "No, I came here specially for you."

  Wen Hui was quiet and said, "My grandpa wants to see you."

  Zhang Xuan hummed: "I know, you told me."

   Immediately he asked, "Should I make any preparations?"

  Wen Hui shook her head: "No need."

  As if guessing his little thoughts, Wen Hui slightly raised her head in her arms: "You seem to be very afraid of my grandpa?"

   "Afraid? More than just being afraid?"

   At this point, the old man sighed with emotion, and told him all the dreams he had had, such as digging the ground to bury him alive, such as ordering a coffin for him

  Wen Hui smiled knowingly, and asked later: "When did you have these dreams?"

  Zhang Xuan said without even thinking about it: "I did it several times. The first time I dreamed that your grandpa seemed to be a sophomore. I can't remember the exact date, but it should be that time."

  Wen Hui had a weird face, and looked at him for a long time before saying: "So early on, you made up my mind?"

  Zhang Xuan is a bit stupid, look at this question, I don’t want to ask you, what did I dream about your grandpa doing?

  The old man does not have delusional persecution disorder.

  Things, that’s what happened, but he couldn’t admit it.

So I argued to myself: "What is so early? What you said is wrong in itself. To be honest with you, if your grandpa didn't often bully me in his dreams and hinted at me, I wouldn't think about that. We can get to this point now." One step, your grandfather has contributed a lot."

   Seeing him talking nonsense in a serious manner, Wen Huiqiao smiled and did not expose it.

  Zhang Xuan asked: "Then when do you think I started noticing you?"

  Wen Hui joked: "We met for the first time."

"ah?"

  Zhang Xuan said: "Freshman? Absurd, you are going too far, I am also a great writer, and I am quite polite when facing a woman like you."

  Wen Hui asked: "What kind of woman am I?"

  Zhang Xuan buried his head in her neck and said, "You are beautiful and talented, but I like your fragile and natural temperament the most."

  Wen Hui reached out and tapped the pig's head in front of her eyes, recalled it and said with emotion: "I thought I made the mistake of teaching you to sing."

  Zhang Xuan frowned: "Wrong? Are you regretting it?"

  Wen Hui asked solemnly: "Can I still regret it?"

  Zhang Xuan was firm: "No."

   Unexpectedly, Wen Hui said: "If I could turn back time, I would not choose to go to CUHK."

   Zhang Xuan was stunned, his expression was a little confused, and he asked her a little upset: "What if the time goes back a little longer?"

   After a silent confrontation, Wen Hui slowly closed her eyes.

  She didn't give a straightforward answer to this question, but instead asked: "I see that my aunt burns incense and worships Buddha and ancestors every first and fifteenth day of the new year. Do you think it is really like what Buddhism says. Is there reincarnation in the world?"

  Zhang Xuan asked: "My mother?"

  Wenhui nodded: "I asked my aunt, and she said yes, but how can you believe that people really have reincarnation?"

  Reincarnation?

  What is reincarnation?

  As the name suggests, it is the next life, reincarnation, and afterlife.

  Wen Hui didn't answer his question directly, but answered his question with this question in a roundabout way: time can no longer be turned back, since there is no such thing, the past cannot be changed, so look forward to the next life.

   This is telling him in disguise: no regrets.

  Then she said earlier that she could turn back time, so she would not choose to go to CUHK, which conflicts with the current "no regrets"?

Do not conflict.

   This is where she struggles with contradictions, but she feels that she has great regrets.

   This is why she asked about reincarnation.

  What kind of people look forward to reincarnation?

  Of course, those who are not perfect in this life and have shortcomings look forward to reincarnation, to the next life, and to making up for this dissatisfaction and regret in the next life.

  Thinking of this, he felt a headache.

   is a **** nerve wracking experience!

  Because this question is not easy to answer.

  He knew that the woman in front of him not only asked about reincarnation, but also indirectly posed a problem for him.

  The problem is: Wen Hui asks indirectly, if there is an afterlife, choose one among her, Shuang Ling and Mi Jian, who will Zhang Xuan choose immediately?

  Zhang Xuan asked himself: If there really was an afterlife, who would he choose among these three women?

  After thinking about it, I found that there was no answer.

  I found that this situation is more complicated than the situation I faced in this life, and it is even more frustrating!

  Zhang Xuan sighed secretly, and at the same time understood: the problem is that she is deliberately making things difficult for herself, to retaliate against his purpose of coming to the Shanghai stock market, and to accuse him of favoring Shuang Ling and Mi Jian.

   After a moment of silence, Zhang Xuan followed suit, and instead of answering directly, he asked, "Do you think we can see the sun tomorrow?"

  Wen Hui said: "I can't see it."

  Zhang Xuan then asked: "Then do you believe there will be a sun tomorrow?"

  Hearing this rhetorical question full of philosophy and wisdom, Wen Hui pondered for a while, and then couldn't help smiling, "I see."

   After laughing for a while, she opened her eyes and said, "Now I finally figured out a truth."

   Zhang Xuan took advantage of this to turn over and asked curiously on her body, "What's the point?"

  Wen Hui pushed him wordlessly, and when she couldn't push him, she retreated and said, "Your whole weight is on me, pressing me down."

  Zhang Xuan asked: "Where is the pressure?"

  Wen Hui remained silent.

   Zhang Xuan grabbed her left hand with his right hand and put it on his neck, then followed the gourd drawing and put her left hand behind his neck, "Hold my neck tightly, and I will obey you."

  At this moment, the actions of the two of them were too intimate and ambiguous, and Wen Hui still remained silent. Although her hands were around his neck, there was no movement, neither further tightening his grip, nor withdrawing.

  The old man moved his hands, hugged her waist, put his right knee on the bed to relieve her pressure, and asked again: "What's the point?"

  Wenhui spoke this time, "Do you still remember the first time my aunt met you?"

  Zhang Xuan said: "I remember, it seems that when the second semester of freshman year started, your parents brought you a piano that time, and your aunt and uncle also came together and rented my house."

"Um."

  Wen Hui responded and said, "When I saw you, my aunt asked me what impression I had of you?"

  Zhang Xuan asked: "Is your aunt worried about you?"

  Wen Hui shook her head and nodded again: "I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, but after thinking about it, I was still too young at that time."

  Zhang Xuan asked: "Then how did you answer?"

  Wen Hui said: "I said two words: special."

  Zhang Xuan thought about the word "special" and then asked, "What's your aunt's reaction?"

Wen Hui told him: "Auntie said to me very seriously at the time: When you think this person is special, don't be tempted by this person. Once you have that kind of thought, you will open the door of hell, except for yourself. There is no second result of being tortured."

  Grandma is a bear, and she still speaks well.

   But he still didn't figure it out: "We only met once, why did your aunt say this?

  Is the word "scary" written on my face? Or did you write the word "hate"? "

  Wen Hui suppressed his tricky hand in the clothes, and said mercilessly: "When you went up the stairs, my aunt was next to you, and I noticed that you looked at me a lot."

   Zhang Xuanma is gone, does the old man have it?

  Is it so obvious?

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